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Shelley had been tired when they got back, so tired she had gone to bed immediately rather than reading as she normally did.

But sleep, when it came, was disturbed and confusing. It is warm in her room, but she shivers in her sleep, dancing alone in a room that is empty but she's being watched...

The girl sits up slowly, rubbing her eyes. The tension isn't going away even in the peace of the night, that prickling of undefinable vulnerable terror that the dreams she has been having leave her with.

After splashing her face with water, she quietly steps out of her room to wander down the corridor outside. It's dark and silent, which is oddly comforting as she walks up and down through the silent house, avoiding the area where Elan's study is. He sleeps little, and is often awake working at this time of night.

Her bare feet make no sound on the smooth floor, only the faint brush of her nightdress as she walks telling of her presence. She stops only to look out of the window for a time, trying to calm herself to sleep again. A soft mist has replaced the former clear sky, and she can only just make out the garden past it.

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Pulling his hand back, Elan watches her across from him in the cool night air. The moonlight sifted light and shadow across his beautiful features.

"Are you cold?"

Shelley shrugs at the change in topic, a little confused.

"...I'm all right."

It is a little cool, but with her legs tucked under she she can ignore that.

Curiosity in his voice as he speaks. His dark hair hanging in the cool, night air.

"Does the cold not seep into your bones after a time?"

Shelley looks up at him, expression wary and worried.

"...I'm fine," she repeats defiantly, and perhaps a little dishonestly.

Elan leans back slightly. Head still tilted, his pretty face folded slightly in curiosity.

"Oh... So you are fine."

A pause.

"Are you not cold, alone, and miserable?"

Shelley bites her lip a moment, pulling her knees up to hug them close to herself.

"I... said I was fine."

Elan leaned in closer to her. His voice still calm.

"I know what you said, but what are you?"

Nothing too aggressive in his movements, they have a peace.

Her teeth clench momentarily in frustration, but that is swiftly gone and the girl simply stares at her feet for a while before shrugging awkwardly, shoulderblades seeming very delicate, curled up as she is.

A calm nod for a moment, blue eyes watched her carefully. No one had an infinite will, everyone broke eventually.

"...I see."

A fluid movement as Elan insinuated himself between the hall and Shelley. Reclining against the wall, he paid no mind to his robe billowing over the hall. His lithe body flexed slightly as he situated himself.

Blue eyes watched her calmly. No evil intent.

Shelley flinches back, a moment of panic when she realise she is effectively trapped between him and the window on the seat.

Elan glanced at her with an almost dubious look. A gentle touch on her arm with a delicate hand.

"We have a peace, I will not harm you."

Shelley nods after a second and looks away. What of the window she can see is completely grey, the mist beginning to thicken into soft rain.

Shifting slightly, he put an arm around her shoulders. His white robe draped lazily to his side. His bare skin slid against her nightdress as he leaned forward and glanced at her. Such pretty blue eyes.

Her shoulders hunch a little under his arm. She looks at him, green eyes wary.

"...What?"

His blue eyes calm and kind as he spoke in return. His voice soft.

"You were cold."

Shelley had said she was fine.

But arguing with the logic of that can't go anywhere.

She hugs her knees closer to herself, turning almost visibly inward.

A delicate touch from a hand as he watched her carefully, an arm around her still. He could feel her heartbeat. Little between them, really. It felt wonderful. His voice barely audible, that low, almost purr-like tone.

"...Shelley..."

Tensing again - even more, if it is possible - she glances at him, eyes very green though the hair which has fallen in front of her face.

"...What?"

There are things that words cannot express.

A gentle touch as a few fingertips slid across her cheek, as if Elan was curling his hand. A warm, touch. His heartbeat, and hers, both beating faster. Fear and passion.

Shelley shivers, expression taut.

She shouldn't be here. She knows it, but there's something stopping her leaving. She's frightened. It's nebulous, the reasoning, though. She knows if she asks him to stop, he will seem not to know what she means and then she will feel as if it was nothing too, and she can't let herself feel as though this is nothing.

Blue eyes search her, strip her. A nightdress is but cloth and his vision extends into the mists of the Ages, and across the infinite Mirrors. A smile, thought takes but a moment to peel her protections away. A smile as he kisses her on the cheek.

"It has been written that the deepest pit of Hell is ice. Cold, unfeeling isolation."

An intake of breath, just too fast. Her gaze wavers, away from his eyes, and she closes her own and tries to turn away. Shelley feels the betraying blush, soft warmth on her face, before it begins.

"I disagree."

Fingertips on her face, the cool against the blush. No recognition of it from Elan. Blue eyes watching her calmly, affection in those pretty eyes. A glint of white teeth, and a soft, pretty smile.

"As is your right."

No argument, nothing to say.

Shelley bites her lip hard but unconsciously as she determinedly looks away. The rain outside the window is getting harder, a soft pattering against the glass.

A loving touch as his hand slid from her face to her shoulder. Fingertips caressed the curve of her neck like the raindrops on the cold window pane. His voice low, a honeyed purr.

"...Shelley..."